Collision

Raindrops smack the windsheild as we zip along the highway

sunflower seed shells

scattered to the floorboard

hands at ten and two

until you start to text

like a raindrop

we smack into an eighteen wheeler

collision

tosses us into the air

when i hit the ground

pain shoots through me

i roll down the steep hill

bones crunching

and lay

paralyzed

among the fallen leaves

there is a deafining explosion

one small firework

and you are gone.